There is zero verbal response again, the Ascian seemingly absorbed in his work. It's progressing no faster than the last time, but rushing things had consequences.

Only briefly does he turn enough to look sidelong at the stranger for another long silent moment, expression unreadable save what looks awfully like a momentary flicker of ... something. Pity? Contempt? It's hard to tell, it doesn't linger long at all, and his gaze turns back to the stone in his hands.

Nothing at all prevents Khardeen from continuing should he wish so, but it seems Fandaniel's not interested in being a verbal participant. Making altars, perhaps, is very serious business.